Makes me happy.
I have consumed two doubleshots already this morning and am working my way through a venti caffeine beverage. I have every intention of sending the minions out for more, once I run out.
No. I don't think this makes me appear like a overworked uber yuppy. I also do not believe it lends a air of importance to me as I sit, feebly typing at my desk, propping my eyelids open. Acting as if I pulled some sort of important all-night duty.
It just makes me happy because it keeps me alive, breathing and only two steps away from stimulant induced hysteria.
It's going to be a
memorable day.
I realize that memorable is probably a very bad choice of words. "Hellish" might be more accurate. Followed closely by "nerve-wracking", "freakish" and "agodawfulnightmare". But, this is my positive face. Did I mention that caffeine leaves me strangely illogical?! (Only when coupled with three hours of sleep and a stringe of hopelessly dreadful days preceeding the consumption of said epic proptions of stimulus.)
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